He has a name for every star
He sees the ones that fall,
He cares for every little sparrow
He hears them when they call.
So is it so surprising
that He bottles up my tears,
within His book He knows to look
He knoweth all my fears?
He knows the tears He counts them all
from all my sorrows, trials and cares,
my tears of joy and blessings too
the silent ones that I don’t share.
He understands He hears each one
as from my eyes they drop,
the ones that hide within my heart
each one I try to stop.
For only God can understand
the language of my tears,
He reads them all with love and care
throughout my earthly years.
Kathy J Snow©